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But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Never
Believed
Time
Longer
Alone
Waiting
Talk
Rescued
Anything
Patiently
Come
Seventy
Believe
Seventies

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